Douluo: I have too many clones

Chapter 795 Fighting match-fixing

"Fors, what's going on? Isn't that Ao Wuchang your subordinate? Why is he looking at Fusheng with such a bitter and resentful expression?"

Amidst the clamor of the audience, Xu Xiaoyan gently nudged Fors beside her, her voice filled with undisguised worry.

"I don't know either?"

Fors's brows furrowed slightly, and a rare hint of confusion crossed her usually languid and refined face.

That shouldn't be the case; Ao Wuchang should know Nan Fusheng's identity.

Before the match even started, Ao Wuchang called her and solemnly declared, "I will definitely put on a spectacular battle for Lady Fors."

But now, looking at Nan Fusheng surrounded by three 100,000-year-old soul beasts below, she couldn't help but wonder: Could it be that Ao Wuchang was chosen to betray her?
The thought had barely crossed her mind when Fors suppressed it. But upon further reflection, she realized it wasn't entirely impossible.

After all, Ao Wuchang was a follower who only submitted after being subdued by force, not "one of our own." The loyalty of someone won over through intimidation is truly questionable.

Seeing Xu Xiaoyan's worry, Fors gently comforted her, "Xiaoyan, don't worry, Fusheng is quite capable, he won't get into trouble so easily."

Despite lingering doubts about Ao Wuchang's unusual behavior, Fors never had any doubt about Nan Fusheng's abilities.

Even if he only used the abilities of a Soul Master, no Soul Master could truly harm him in the slightest during this martial arts tournament to find a husband.

Fate-related ability: 'World Harmony' is an extremely overpowered ability.

……

On the dueling platform, the roars of the three 100,000-year-old soul beasts caused the air to tremble slightly, and the powerful soul energy surged towards Nan Fusheng like a tangible wave.

Among the three soul beasts, the 100,000-year-old golden-haired lion-mastiff has the most intimidating aura, followed by the jade phoenix, and finally the 100,000-year-old wolf king.

"superior."

Ao Wuchang stood atop the 100,000-year-old Wolf King and issued a command.

The spectators present all paled. It must be understood that even with today's highly developed Soul Master system, the power of a 100,000-year-old Soul Beast still stands at the very top of the pyramid.

If an ordinary Title Douluo were not wearing battle armor, in terms of raw strength alone, he would have no chance against a 100,000-year-old soul beast, let alone three of them gathered together, including a peerless ferocious beast like the Golden Lion Mastiff.

With such a lineup, even a Super Douluo wearing a three-word battle armor would be easily defeated.

"Ow!"

The wolf king was the first to respond to the command, opening its mouth to let out a sharp roar. Its jet-black fur suddenly stood on end, each hair becoming as hard as iron, gleaming with a cold obsidian luster, like black crystal spears ready to be fired.

Its body was slightly arched, and the next second it pounced towards Nan Fusheng like a black lightning bolt. This pounce seemed simple and direct, but it contained an extremely ingenious calculation.

The space on the dueling platform was already limited, and the wolf king's pounce almost blocked all possible angles for dodging. Nan Fusheng seemed to be firmly locked in place, with very few places left for him to move and dodge.

At the same time, the black domain beneath the Wolf King's feet spread out, causing black light to rise around it, and black runes, as black as ink, wrapped around it.

A 100,000-year-old soul beast's innate domain: Haunted by vengeful spirits!

All creatures killed by the Wolf King become part of its domain, and when it attacks, it entangles the enemy, a powerful ability that attacks both the body and soul of the opponent simultaneously, making it impossible to defend against.

"bring it on."

Faced with this powerful and deadly attack, Nan Fusheng showed no sign of panic. His soul power circulated within him, and his right hand formed a longsword composed of various elements. He chose not to dodge, but instead decided to meet the attack head-on.

Almost the instant the elemental sword was fully formed, a soft white halo appeared above Nan Fusheng's head. The halo slowly rotated, emanating an indescribable aura of peace, and 'World Harmony' was activated.

If you can't kill me, you'll be the one who suffers!

"boom!"

A muffled, loud bang exploded on the arena as the tip of the Elemental Sword clashed violently with the Wolf King's claws, which gleamed with black crystal.

In an instant, a terrifying energy shockwave spread outwards, causing the ground to crack with spiderweb-like patterns.

However, a shocking scene unfolded—the wolf king's unstoppable pounce was abruptly halted by an invisible force at the moment of impact.

Immediately afterwards, its massive body seemed to be hit by a tremendous force, and like a soul-guided cannonball being fired, it was violently pushed backward, crashing heavily into the soul-guided shield at the edge of the arena with a loud "boom", causing the energy shield to ripple violently.

The wolf king let out a painful whimper, clearly indicating that the backlash from this attack had caused it considerable harm.

"Roar--!"

Just as Nan Fusheng sent the wolf king flying, the golden-haired lion-mastiff on the other side seized the fleeting opening, its massive body darting out like a golden lightning bolt, carrying an unparalleled force, and slammed down on Nan Fusheng's neck.

The power contained in this claw was terrifying; the claw tip even left a faint golden afterimage as it sliced ​​through the air.

The claw-like wind howled as it approached, but Nan Fusheng reacted extremely quickly, twisting his wrist to block the elemental sword horizontally in front of his chest.

"clang!"

A crisp, metallic clang rang out, and a not-so-powerful force emanated from the sword, sending Nan Fusheng flying back more than ten meters before he regained his footing.

“This power…” Nan Fusheng’s grip on the sword hilt loosened slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

In mid-air, the jade phoenix flapped its wings and let out a clear cry, the sound wave spreading out with a faint fluctuation of soul power.

Its wings suddenly flapped, and countless turquoise feathers hardened instantly under the stimulation of its soul power. The tips of the feathers gleamed with a cold light, and they condensed into shape like arrows ready to be released, shooting densely towards Nan Fusheng.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

The sounds of intense collisions blended together. Nan Fusheng swiftly twisted his wrist, and the elemental sword drew exquisite arcs in front of him, with pale blue soul power swirling around it, forming an impenetrable defensive net.

The sharp feathers struck the defensive netting and were all bounced off, landing on the ground with a crisp cracking sound. But his brows furrowed slightly, and the look of doubt in his eyes deepened.

Regardless of the strength of the wolf king from before, he was very clear about the true combat power of the Golden Lion and the Jade Phoenix. As true super soul beasts, their power could not possibly be limited to this level.

The previous attacks, though seemingly fierce, were mostly just for show. Nan Fusheng circulated his soul power and whispered, "Hey, you two are supposed to be 100,000-year-old soul beasts. Even if you're going to hold back, don't make it so obvious!"

The next second, a voice tinged with helplessness rang in Nan Fusheng's mind: "I wasn't acting; it was the summoner who restricted most of my power."

Another clear voice followed: "We were summoned by him through his martial soul. The moment we were summoned, we formed a strange contract with his martial soul. Unless the summoning is lifted, he can amplify or suppress us during the summoning period."

Indeed, the Golden Lion Mastiff is extremely rare, almost an ancient and endangered species, let alone one that is 100,000 years old.

The ferocious beast summoned by Ao Wuchang was none other than the one from the Dragon Valley Small World. Even the jade phoenix in mid-air originated from the Dragon Valley Small World.

What does this guy mean?

Nan Fusheng's mind raced, and he looked at Ao Wuchang with a more probing gaze—could this guy be deliberately feigning weakness to lower his guard before launching a fatal attack?

Just as he was pondering, Ao Wuchang's voice suddenly rang out. The young man standing on the Wolf King's head pointed at Nan Fusheng opposite him and said loudly, "As expected of the governor of Tianhai City, I acknowledge your strength."

"Since participating in this martial arts contest to find a husband, among all the opponents I have encountered, none have been able to push me to the brink of defeat like you have. I, Ao Wuchang, am willing to call you the 'strongest'."

He paused, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes: "Next, I will unleash my strongest techniques to settle this once and for all!"

"what?"

Looking at the arrogant and unpredictable man before him, who seemed to be possessed by Madara Uchiha, Nan Fusheng, even with his calm nature, couldn't help but feel speechless.

No, buddy. Just blocking a few attacks from three 100,000-year-old soul beasts, how come you're making it sound like the two of them have gone through three hundred rounds of a life-or-death battle?
Ao Wujian saw Nan Fusheng's expression was solemn, and a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He took a deep breath, and his soul power suddenly surged. The wolf king, which had been perched at his feet, let out a deafening roar, and its body grew several feet larger under the infusion of soul power, with a faint purplish-black halo appearing between its fur.

The jade phoenix in mid-air and the golden lion on the ground also became restless at the same time. Although their power was still suppressed, they had already assumed a posture of being ready to strike.

"Om-"

Ao Wuchang's battle armor suddenly lit up, and a complex pattern spread from his brow to his entire body, echoing the aura of the three-headed soul beast.

The soul power between heaven and earth began to fluctuate violently, and a sense of oppression far exceeding that before enveloped the entire arena like dark clouds.

"Come on." Nan Fusheng took a deep breath, and his soul power exploded without reservation. White light surged outwards like a tide, blasting away all the rubble on the ground.

The elemental sword hummed, and fine runes appeared on its blade, emanating a chilling aura.

Nan Fusheng had no intention of defending himself. In any case, after being injured, "World Harmony" would automatically synchronize the damage to Ao Wuchang and then reflect the damage he received back to him.

If we were to describe it in the context of a game, each of the three spirit beasts—the Wolf King, the Golden Lion, and the Jade Phoenix—dealed with ten points of damage, for a total of thirty points of damage to Nan Fusheng.

Then, "World Harmony" will forcibly share these thirty points of damage as true damage with Ao Wuchang and the Three-Headed Soul Beast.

Then, due to the characteristics of "World Harmony", Nan Fusheng can choose a person and reflect the thirty points of damage he received onto the specific target, dealing a total of sixty points of damage.

The audience in the stands were already dumbfounded. The fact that the governor of Tianhai City could easily withstand the attack of three 100,000-year-old soul beasts was already awe-inspiring, but Ao Wuchang's sudden surge of aura made the atmosphere freeze instantly.

The surrounding audience instinctively held their breath, their eyes fixed on the two in the arena. Everyone knew that this duel was about to reach its true climax.

Ao Wuchang's eyes shone brightly, and his hands suddenly formed a hand seal: "Fusion - Calamity of Ten Thousand Beasts!"

As his words fell, the Wolf King, the Golden Lion, and the Jade Phoenix simultaneously erupted with dazzling light. Three different types of soul power soared into the air like three giant dragons, intertwining in mid-air to form a huge energy vortex.

Countless beastly figures could be vaguely seen roaring within the vortex, and a terrifying aura that seemed capable of devouring heaven and earth emanated from it.

"This move, the Myriad Beasts Calamity, is a unique technique of mine. It uses my power as a catalyst, fuses the original soul power of three 100,000-year-old soul beasts as a furnace, and condenses the spiritual essence of heaven and earth as fire. Only by intertwining these three forces can this ultimate attack be achieved! Today, I will show you what a true peak strike is!"

As Ao Wuchang performed his moves, he loudly explained the power of each one.

"Hiss~" Upon hearing his words, the audience gasped. They were not Soul Masters, so it was difficult for them to judge the strength of Soul Power attacks. They could only judge by the cool light and shadow effects.

Now, with Ao Wuchang's detailed explanation, even ordinary people who know nothing about the world of Soul Masters instantly understand the weight of this attack—the power of three 100,000-year-old Soul Beasts, combined with the full force of a Title Douluo, is simply unimaginable.

Nan Fusheng's expression hardened, and he dared not be negligent in the slightest. He gripped the elemental sword with both hands and pushed his soul power to its limit.

"Kill!" Ao Wuchang shouted, and the energy vortex, carrying a world-destroying force, rushed towards Nan Fusheng.

Nan Fusheng's eyes were sharp as swords as he raised the elemental sword high: "Break!" Elemental power gathered on the sword to form a dazzling pillar of light, which slashed down into the energy vortex.

In an instant, two terrifying forces collided violently in the center of the arena. There was no earth-shattering roar, only utter silence.

"boom!!!"

Then, a visible energy shockwave spread out from the point of impact, shaking the surrounding stands and causing the protective shields on the sidelines to ripple violently, as if they were about to collapse at any moment.

Some spectators closest to the ring were so frightened that their eyelids twitched, fearing that the protective shield might not be effective.

Fortunately, the Spirit Pagoda had taken precautions in advance, and its soul-guiding array operated at full capacity, successfully confining the aftershocks to the arena.

Who will win?
As the energy storm gradually subsided, the spectators in the stands craned their necks and stood on tiptoe, their eyes eagerly searching the arena, wanting to see the final result of this earth-shattering duel.

On the arena, the once majestic three 100,000-year-old soul beasts had vanished without a trace, clearly having exhausted their power in the previous clash and been forcibly dispelled from their summoning. In the dust-filled arena, only two figures remained, facing each other from afar.

"puff--"

A muffled thud broke the brief silence. Ao Wuchang suddenly spat out a mouthful of bright red blood, which splattered onto the ground in front of him, blooming like red plum blossoms.

He swayed, clearly at his last gasp, but his gaze toward Nan Fusheng held no resentment, only admiration and relief.

“Nan Fusheng…” Ao Wuchang spoke with all his might, his voice weak but clear enough to carry throughout the entire arena, “Your strength… is even greater than I imagined… I, Ao Wuchang… am completely convinced…”

He took a deep breath, as if squeezing out the last bit of strength from his body, and said loudly, "You have won this battle!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he could no longer hold on. His body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut, completely losing consciousness.

Although Nan Fusheng's clothes were slightly dirty, he was generally unharmed. Looking at the fallen Ao Wuchang, his lips twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but feel speechless: This Ao Wuchang actually threw the match so openly!
(End of this chapter)